Tuesday, May 26, 2009


I walk through the lanes of lines
like in the aisles of a library.
I make my way to the window of meaning
where the beams of essence bend
through the glass of perception.
Dust sparkles in those beams
filling them with commotion
like our wandering lives
trying to escape reason.

1 comment:

Rukhiya said...

Running from reason? But still grasping the meaning? Worth the loss, I would say :)